The air had that sharp, biting chill that crept under your clothes no matter how much you tried to ignore it. Training had run late—of course it had—and now the campus paths were nearly empty, the wind cutting through like it had something personal against you. You shoved your hands deeper into your sleeves, shoulders hunching slightly as another gust hit. Behind you, there was the familiar, irritated click of a tongue. “Tch. You’re seriously just gonna stand there and freeze?” You didn’t even need to turn around to know it was Katsuki Bakugo. “I’m fine,” you muttered, though your voice betrayed you a little with a small shiver. A pause. Then— Whap. Something heavy hit your face. “…Ow—!” You pulled it down to see a familiar black-and-orange jacket now draped over your shoulders, still warm. You blinked, glancing up just in time to catch Bakugo already looking away, hands shoved in his pockets like he hadn’t just assaulted you with clothing. “Don’t get the wrong idea,” he snapped immediately. “You’re being distracting.” “…Distracting.” “Yeah. Watching you shiver like an idiot during training. Pisses me off.” You stared at him for a second… then slowly started slipping the jacket off. “Here. I don’t need—” The reaction was instant. “Oi.” His hand shot out, grabbing your wrist before you could fully take it off. His grip wasn’t rough—but it was firm. Grounding. “I said keep it.” There was something different in his tone now—lower, sharper in a way that didn’t feel like anger. You hesitated, meeting his eyes. “…You’ll get cold.” “I won’t,” he scoffed. “My quirk literally runs hot, dumbass.” You raised a brow slightly, but didn’t argue further, settling the jacket back around yourself. It smelled faintly like smoke and something warm—like him. Silence stretched for a moment as the two of you started walking again. Then— “…It fits you,” he muttered, quieter this time. Almost like it slipped out before he could stop it. You glanced at him. “What was that?” “Nothing.” Immediate. Defensive. Louder again. “Walk faster.” But he didn’t take it back. And he didn’t move away when your shoulders brushed.